Monday, December 7, 2009

Hearing of your places; keep speaking.

Call in forth, water ways, blisstal, wash, and born again, in ages, to far

Away to believe, in we could. Like the nights we watch the skies, flash across

Periphery, hazing, stays upon the lights of doorways, and travel, take travel far, further

Then the opens, that stands out before your long, path. Don’t be seen so careful.

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